Looks like a salt marsh in the middle, and seems to be occupying a barrier island very close to the mainland, like you get on the Georgia or S. Carolina coast. No landmarks to place it by, though. I might have a look in Google Earth just for grins.

No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink"...

Captain William Hilton saw that place in 1663, it was named after him, and he had many children. And his children had many children. And now we just sit around goin' "Damn, ya coulda left me an acre or two, would that have been so darned tough? Not talkin' right on the course, Bill, but you know, maybe inland, with a nice view." Did he listen - hell to the no!

Bullwinkle has been at his wits end. He couldn’t understand how the party that he had loved all of his life could betray him. He had his doubts about John McCain. He didn’t like how he would always seem to compromise with the Democrats. Bullwinkle was a moose not a RINO. But he never thought he would have to swallow such a terrible Vice Presidential nominee. He expected another old white guy like Cheney. You know maybe that Mormon guy or the fat hick with the funny name. But instead they picked this abomination. This moose hunter. And the pity of it is, McCain found her on the internet. This young supporter, a Simon found her on the internets. On this site. MILF hunter. A MILF hunter found a moose hunter. THE HORROR!(Jay Ward and Alex Anderson, Rocky and Bullwinkle, E True Hollywood Story)

Bullwinkle was a broken moose. The fact that his party had abandoned him and left him to fend for himself was too much for him to handle. He couldn’t believe that this criminal, this murderer, this moose hunter was running for Vice President of the United States. He began to follow the campaign to protest. He built a shack outside of the Governors mansion to protest her murderous ways. He stacked hundreds of antlers in a field to symbolize all of his relatives that had been murdered by these filthy moose hunters. Eventually he was diagnosed with Doyle’s disease and declared criminally insane. He was institutionalized in a lunatic asylum outside Seattle where he was eventually smothered with a pillow by a catatonic Indian named Joe Charboneau.(Jay Ward and Alex Anderson, Rocky and Bullwinkle, E True Hollywood Story)

where JFK Jr. was married?That was further south, on Cumberland Island, Georgia, near the Florida border, where Light Horse Harry Lee died. The Carnegies owned most of the island as a winter home. Nathaneal Greene owned a plantation there.

I clicked on your link. I don't know why I heard "Renaissance Weekend" and conjured from those two words an entire fantasy festival of really well-costumed wenches and squires, knights on horseback, and with a strict play-along policy where anyone who shows up in jeans to mock is summarily thrown out.

Then I read the article and saw that Bill Clinton and family actually went to one and I was even more excited. They must have a really huge budget for set and costumes and props!

Then I read to the end.

I am very disappointed. Please describe your links better for those of us mental deficients!!

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I am very disappointed. Please describe your links better for those of us mental deficients!!

LOL! Right-o, Athena. Sorry about the confussion. I totally spazzed that "Renaissance" may have a very different meaning, and might evoke visions of jugglers, troubadours, and wenches bearing tankards of ale.

Yeah, you guys are good. I was able to place it in the low country, but missed the Port Royal/Parris Island view. Shame on me, because I live in Beaufort. (On the other hand, I travel by car and foot, not plane.)